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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 215 |
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Let's have drinking without measure;
Let's have mirth while time we have ; Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow pleasure —
There's no drinking in the grave.
MAILLIGH MO STOIR
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S down by Banna's banks I strayed, One evening in May, The little birds, in blithest notes, Made vocal every spray ; They sung their little notes of love,
They sung them o'er and o'er, Ah ! Grddh mo chroidhe, mo cailin og, 'Si Mai High mo stoir}
The daisy pied, and all the sweets
The dawn of Nature yields — The primrose pale, and violet blue,
Lay scattered o'er the fields ; Such fragrance in the bosom lies
Of her whom I adore. Ah ! Grddh mo chroidhe, etc.
I laid me down upon a bank,
Bewailing my sad fate, That doomed me thus the slave of love
And cruel Molly's hate ; How can she break the honest heart
That wears her in its core ?
Ah ! Grddh mo chroidhe, etc.
1 Gramachree, ma colleen oge, Molly asthore—" The love of my heart, my dear young girl is Molly, my treasure." |
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